San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-03-30
A Border Fragment.

IT'S wuss'n pizen, so hit is, to make sudden
break,
An then dlsxiyer you've been in the shadder,
no mistake;
An mostly Of we've chas't some burned OIL
ghost Of folly long,
A chap objeks To find hsself fOlering Nv
wrong;
N man nd ruther suffer when he settles tn
the mood.
Than resk his blamed delusion just tn hev hit
An Jem hez writ the truth at last-Im blasted
Of he haint
flank, you Of fool" he SEE, which is the style
o my complaint
'since you hev gone to play the fool-three
years ago, about,
Mad with suspectin' NV you're wife an all up
KEEP mi peppers sort o peeled to see eff cud
find
Eff all them yarns wus true an squar that so
allus he'd my private mind made up about
the kase,
But didn' dare to menshun my conjekturs to
you're face,
Kase you wus boun' tibet you wus right n
when mans Il ass,
To argufy, is tell a mule tn starye an gin him
grass.
But doan want to sling this quill tn eny
great extent,
An so I'll settle to the pints tibet make this
One night, about two months ago, an it wus
black es pitch,
Until you couldn't see yard-dskiver which
crep along onsartin like until seen a light;
Twas kummin frum you're Of chato'; KEEP
the thing in sight,
N Jest es got opposite my gleamin guide
1 seen chap pressin' on the windy peekin'
lnowed him in minut, it wus him as riled
you're nerves
Wild the notion that you he'd thot he trespass't
on you're preserves.
Well, by,m bye he left the spot, then cum
sudden light.
A door wus opened, then the CLEAN was swal-
lyed up In night.
Well, Hank, didn stop ter think what it WIS
best ter do,
But just made up my mind that I'd attend
that scance, too,
/ reached that windy mighty quick an peeked
in through Stat.
An there the sheep-faced william stud twirl-
in NV his hat;
guess most every bit Nv red there was about
With all his blood he'd left his veins n got up
in his face.
wouldn't look like that ar chap so shame
Fur all the dubious sport eroun' or eny gal
thet's born.
An Hank, tw'd made you're bloomin' heart
swell till it most nd split,
To see the way Mirandy told tibet chat to up
n git!
She he'd that little pop o you'rn just levelled
Now git she said-and Hank, you bet, tibet
Teller up n got.
jumped back In the shadder-fur L thought
I'd wait bit,
N presently hearn sound es eff match
wos lit.
An shore enough sudden glare lit all about
the place,
An DER the wood pile l beheld tibet cuss's
dirty face.
Next thing he hearn a summons the back
wOodsman understands,
Hold thar | cried; I've got the drop, throw
up your dirty hands,
Hi thar, Mirandy, next yelled-'bring out
bit o rope,
l want to tie this devil up; I'm feered he'll try
tn slope
Then out she KUN, white faced n skeered. n
soon es he'd said
Es how that dutfer tried to burn the shanty
DER her head.
She went an got the string an tied the villain
hand an limb,
An you kin bet he stud 1t, tool had the drop
on him.
But what's the use o stringin out this here,
bekaSe you see
To Onct 'twant long afore tibet chap wus hang
in frum tree.
For when tine neighbOrs hearn the tale they
judged il was his due
1t don't take long to lynch chap-they gin it
10 him, too.
An Hank-Mirandy's just es good es gold n
she fOrgives,
An eff you don't come back, you are the big
geS' fule tibet lives"